#Warden Commander Amell

[housederiva]

POV your name is Carver Hawke and you're haunted by the ghosts of both your sisters every time you see your boss

[thesummerstorms]

I have a self-indulgent time travel scenario for all my DA protagonists that I will never write currently running as background noise in my head.

And I just keep thinking of a very, very young ("Maker she had only been 19. How had she only been 19?"), not-yet Warden Commander Niamh Amell being reunited with Zevran and being terrified that after two decades of marriage suddenly she's been returned to a time when he's a stranger.

Only for him to look at her, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, and only she can read the relief-love-gratitude he's hiding in that smirk.

"I promised, no? Unto the death," he says warmly, seemingly unprompted, as the familiar strangers around them look on, confused and surprised. An echo of their vows. "And whatever this is, mi vida, it is not that, I think."

And then she's moving, and he has arms full of a weeping storm mage, her emotion setting the air alive with subtle static.

The others who have traveled with her thus far are in absolute shock; they've barely seen this woman smile or laugh, much less weep. Seeing her throw herself into a lover's arms is almost unthinkable.

But he has always been the only one who could cut straight to the heart of her.

[theanimangagirl]

I think I was finally able to nail my HoF in the Veilguard CC

*deep breath*

Ania Solana Amell the Hero of Ferelden, Arlessa of Amaranthine, Warden Commander of Ferelden, Defender of the Vigil, Siegebreaker of the City of Amaranthine, Champion of Redcliffe, Savior of Kinloch Hold, Kingmaker to Orzamar, Friend of the Legion of the Dead, Cursebreaker of the Zathrian Dalish Clan, Liberator of Denerim, Survivor of Ostagar, Chancellor and Mistress to the King of Ferelden.

*gasps for air*

And she did all that before turning 21, daaamn and look at her she is a baby, that's the face of a baby!!

[deryuj]

Drawing of my warden Amell during the inquisition 🥰

[attractthecrows]

im more coherent now.

1. Warden Commander Amell interrupting a squad of mind controlled wardens attempting a political coup at the behest of an ancient tevinter darkspawn, and subsequently being marked by the ancient elvhen magic orb said darkspawn was trying to use, is like, an extremely typical kind of thing to happen to the Warden

2. (jigsaw voice) Hello Solas. In front of you is a high-ranking Grey Warden mage personally responsible for killing one of the Old Gods. Your challenge is to keep yyour goddamn mouth shut about it. [immediate failure]

3. Varric: why does this person look so familiar to me... Amell: you can call me Commander Amell- Varric: OF COURSE YOU ARE!!

4. (jigsaw voice) Hello Amell. I hope you missed the archdemon dreams because they are back for Hearing Your Enemies' Whispers In Your Head At All Times TWO!!!! (This Time It's Worse)

5. at least SOME of the memories Amell got from the elvhen soul trapped in the lifestone in the Brecilian Forest MUST be at least tangentially relevant to like at least 8 different locations in inquisition. or a face. or a name. SOMETHING

6. "Will you be our Inquisitor?" "WHAT??! You- wh- I already have a job!! THREE jobs!! STOP GIVING ME JOBS!!!" [5 seconds later] "Give me the damn sword. I dont trust any of you to run this place right"

7. (jigsaw voice) Hello Cullen. Welcome To Hell

found mold in my ;bathroom yesterday but more importsntly i spent Quite a Lot of Time thinking about how tired and pissed off Warden Commander Amell would be if they got dragged via ANOTHER explosion to the forefront of ANOTHER fucked up confrontation with ANOTHER fucked up ancient darkspawn

[alinamghart]

Hero and Warden-Commander of Ferelden, Desmond Amell, throughout the years.

I'm not sure yet of his given name, might change it later, but this is how I imagine HoF looks like. I'm also drawing him full-bodied, and planning on drawing the other heroes as well.

[avernusreject]

Tell Me About Your Dragon Age Canon!

Since Bioware decided to ignore basically all of the keep decisions we've made throughout the series😒, I thought we could put together a community post where you can share your personal dragon age canon. Reblog with as much or as little detail as you want, photos or drawings are more then welcome. This fandom is so creative with characters and storylines and I really want a place we can all celebrate it. So please tell me about your Thedas!

[empresskadia]

I can’t stop thinking about Mistress Warden-Commnader Surana/Amell to King Alistair—it’s living rent-free in my brain! In my first playthrough of Dragon Age: Origins, I went with Warrior Cousland because, honestly, Noble Lady with an axe? Yes, please. But there’s just something about Mage Elf/Human Surana/Amell as Mistress to the King that scratches a very specific itch.

I mean, in that playthrough, I had Alistair marry Anora for the sake of stability and preventing civil unrest. But the idea of Surana/Amell staying on as his mistress and being the real power behind the throne? Absolutely perfect. Like, she’s just there, controlling everything, and everyone knows it. And the best part? She’s perfectly happy with that arrangement.

Picture this: Surana/Amell lounging in Alistair’s chambers, casually munching on chocolate-covered strawberries, when she makes some off-handed remark about a political matter—and of course, Alistair immediately goes through with it. No questions asked. She’s the one standing beside him at formal events, commanding respect and intrigue, with her full title trailing behind her like a reminder: Warden-Commander Surana/Amell, Hero of Ferelden, Mistress to the King.

And here’s the thing—Surana/Amell owns it. She’s content with her life because she gets to do her own thing: running the Grey Wardens, dabbling in magic, and occasionally poking at political affairs, all without anyone telling her what to do. It’s the ultimate freedom, and Alistair being head over heels for her is just the icing on the cake. When she’s away, he’s this sad puppy missing her terribly, but the moment she returns? Full golden retriever energy, tail-wagging (metaphorically, of course), and a grand ball thrown in her honor.

But here’s where it gets fun: Even Anora eventually warms up to Surana/Amell. They have this mutual respect, maybe even a friendship, built on tea-drinking sessions and political discussions. And when Anora needs Alistair to do something he’s dragging his feet about? She knows exactly where to go: Surana/Amell. Because, let’s face it, if anyone can convince Alistair to get his act together, it’s her.

That said, Anora can absolutely be a total bitch to Surana/Amell sometimes, and that adds some delicious drama to the dynamic. Surana/Amell, of course, doesn’t even flinch. She’s just sitting there like, “I’m a badass Warden, a mage who survived the Circle, and the king will never love you as much as he adores me. Try me.” And honestly, Anora’s frustration over this makes for some amazing tension. But deep down? Anora knows exactly how important Surana is to keeping Ferelden (and Alistair) running smoothly, so it’s this fascinating love-hate dynamic.

And then there’s Alistair. Once he figures out his lineage and starts to feel secure in his role, you know he’d push for a child with Surana/Amell to take the throne someday. The nobles would be losing their minds, but Alistair? He’d be 100% on board. It doesn’t help that, much to everyone’s dismay, he doesn't bother to visit the queen’s chambers. His heart—and let’s be honest, his brain—are entirely with Surana/Amell.

And then the drama really kicks off when Alistair decides to make it official. Imagine the court’s reaction when he publicly declares Surana’s/Amell's title: Official Mistress to the King. He does it at a grand event, all smiles and with a glowing introduction that only makes his adoration more obvious. The hall is dead silent for a beat before whispers ripple through the nobles like wildfire. Scandalized gasps, angry mutterings, and the occasional choking on wine—everyone has something to say about it.

For her part, Surana/Amell is unfazed. She just stands there, calm as ever, with a slight smirk as if daring anyone to challenge her. Alistair? Completely oblivious to the outrage on purpose. He’s too busy grinning at her like a lovesick puppy. Meanwhile, Anora looks like she’s trying to decide whether to laugh or scream, all while calculating how to manage the fallout.

The fallout is immediate, of course. Nobles protest, claiming it’s an affront to Ferelden’s traditions. Anora is bombarded with demands to “rein in her husband,” which she pointedly ignores because she knows better. The court is a hotbed of gossip and outrage, but none of it matters—because Alistair made it official, and Surana isn’t going anywhere.

Honestly, I love the whole dynamic. The Mage Elf/Human who broke free of the Circle, became the Hero of Ferelden, and now wields her influence not from a throne, but from the shadows, with wit, charm, and undeniable power. It’s deliciously unconventional and exactly the kind of chaotic energy Ferelden deserves. And half the court hates her for it.

Random written scene

The grand hall of the Arl’s estate was alive with the hum of conversation and the glitter of finely wrought jewels and polished armor. Nobles dipped their heads in deference as King Alistair Theirin entered, his golden hair catching the light like a crown all its own. The room seemed to hold its breath as he walked, his presence commanding every gaze, yet his eyes sought only one person.

Warden-Commander Surana/Amell stood near the far end of the room, a glass of wine in her hand and a bemused smile playing on her lips. Draped in a sleek, deep blue gown that complimented her features, she was impossible to miss. Beside her, a cluster of courtiers whispered in hushed tones, eyes darting between her and the approaching king.

As Alistair reached the center of the hall, the crowd dropped to one knee, bowing in respect. A wave of silks, velvets, and armor sank around him like a sea parting before its king. Surana/Amell arched an eyebrow, her smile deepening as she casually tilted her wine glass. She waited a beat longer than necessary before setting it down on a nearby table, preparing to follow suit.

But as she began to lower herself, Alistair was there, closing the distance in a few quick strides.

“No, you don’t,” he said firmly, his voice carrying just enough to stop her—and a few others—mid-motion.

Surana/Amell froze, her eyes narrowing in playful defiance. “Oh? Since when do I not bow to the King of Ferelden?” Her tone was light, teasing, but the room had gone unnervingly silent, every pair of eyes now fixed on them.

Alistair gave her one of his trademark grins, saved only for her, the boyish one that softened the edges of his crown. The one she loved the most. “Since the king decided that his lover doesn’t bow to him. Ever.” His voice was warm, but there was no mistaking the command in it.

The tension in the room thickened as nobles exchanged scandalized looks, some outright gaping at the open acknowledgment.

Surana/Amell tilted her head, considering him for a moment as if juggling her options. Then, with a small chuckle, she straightened back to her full height—or as full as her diminutive elven frame allowed. She crossed her arms and gave him a mock-glare. “You know, Alistair, you make it very hard to be properly deferential in public.”

“Good,” he replied, stepping closer until only a breath of space remained between them. His grin softened into something more tender as he added, “Because I’d rather everyone here remember you’re just as equal as me, not someone who bends the knee.”

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd, but neither of them paid it any mind. Surana let out a soft sigh, shaking her head, but the smile that curved her lips was unmistakable. “You really do enjoy stirring the pot, don’t you?”

“Only if it means reminding everyone how lucky I am,” he murmured, so quietly only she could hear.

With that, he extended his hand to her, palm up, an unspoken invitation. Surana/Amell hesitated for half a heartbeat before placing her hand in his. Together, they turned to face the room, and Alistair’s voice rang out loud and clear: “Rise, all of you. This is a celebration, not a coronation.”

The nobles stood, though many looked unsure, their gazes flickering between the king and the Warden-Commander at his side. This was the most public the king had ever gotten with his mistress. But Alistair paid them no mind, guiding Surana/Amell toward the head table with an easy confidence that dared anyone to challenge him.

And as they ascended the dais, it was clear to everyone: Warden-Commander Surana/Amell might not have a crown, but in the eyes of their king, she was already his queen.

[a-soul-with-no-king]

"I heard that Cullen's in love with you."

In every lifetime...

[housederiva]

H-hey BioWare? This isn't okay

[seizethemage]

I recently got into Dragon Age (just in time for Veilguard!) and I have an obsession with making Characters so I now have 4 different world states. Here are all four of my different Wardens! My Heroes of Fereldan, my Warden Commanders, my Sweet Cheeses!

[theanimangagirl]

Ok having established how my beloved HoF looked at the end of Awakening, I am about to age her just a bit to how she would look by Veilguard....so, in her 40s...

Considering all the messes the world decided to get into, I think she has aged pretty gracefully, and don't let her age fool you she is still an Arcan warrior who will break you if you are impertinent enough

[shiftycatstudios]

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With Veilguard on the way, I had a sudden bug up my butt to share my Dragon Age OCs thus far hahaha help in a lineup. Still working on some outfits and such (and b/c armor is hella hard to create and draw for me), but I got impatient and wanted to show it off as a semi WIP 😅 Names under the cut!

From left to right: - Aster Hawke - Kaivalya Adaar - Eilin Brosca - Fiadhnait Mahariel - Imogen Amell - Lucia "Lux" Hawke - Leolin Trevelyan - Mythril Mahariel - Odin Aeducan - Selph Surana - Peyton Tabris - Tejasa Adaar - Silas Cousland - Wren Lavellan - Rhiannon Cousland - Varia Cadash

[attractthecrows]

Sten and the Warden should make out in front of the whole Beresaad. it would solve no problems and cause several dozen more but they should do it anyway

[alinamghart]

"I fancy many things. I fancy things that are beautiful and things that are strong. I fancy things that are dangerous and exciting. Would you be offended if I said I fancied you?"